If Homer had a blog, would you read it?

It’s tough being a writer. Especially when it dictates your paycheck and not just your free time. Now I know, I know, there are people out there who think writers don’t do diddly … we sit around all day drinking coffee and chewing on pencils, reminiscing about the “good ol’ days” of longhand and pen-and-ink…

Why didn’t someone tell me the stove was hot?!

You know that moment in time when everything stops— well, not literally. Not like it did when Lois Lane fell down the crack in the Earth and Superman used his supersonic speed to fly around the globe and erase time. More like it does it when you have an ah ha moment … like a…

The one piece of advice a writer needs —

“It is obvious that we can no more explain a passion to a person who has never experienced it than we can explain light to the blind.” ~ T.S. Eliot Believe it or not, I’ve never really asked for writing advice. Mostly, I suppose, because it was what I did. Because it is what I…

Why you should heed what Mufasa said …

Mufasa: Everything you see exists together in a delicate balance. As king, you need to understand that balance and respect all the creatures, from the crawling ant to the leaping antelope. Simba: But, Dad, don’t we eat the antelope?

OMG please stop public grooming – PLEASE!

I read my horoscope today. I don’t usually read my horoscope but I’m traveling today and when I travel I have a tendency to read just about anything to help my mind forget it’s some 30,000 plus miles in the air. Major sidebar here – but why the hell does the lady in front of…

How you can forgive, without forgetting

If you sit in a rocking chair and rock slowly you will never go anywhere. Likewise, if you rock fast, you will never go anywhere. But you will sweat, and worry, and develop blisters on your hands from gripping the handles so hard. Anger is like that. If you hold on to it, it will…

Have you ever stopped believing in someone? In you? In goodness?

When is too much TOO much? When do human beings stop? When do we stop being someone else’s everything? Be it a friend, a mother, a spouse, a mentor, a companion in this crazy world — when does the last straw become the last straw? When do we stop believing in ourselves, in someone else??